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Lower your head, close your eyes, like a shy ostrich.

Although Yang Shuhe looked upright in order to avoid Chen Jiaoen's embarrassment, he was actually very excited.

Take off the clothes for the leader, hey, no one has this honor yet, right?

I'm going to start!

Now, Chen Jiaoen is still wearing the same costume as when she was filming, and she didn't have time to change it.

This set of clothes, designed by Yang Shuhe, is based on the shape of the Eastern leader Chen Qiaoen in the last world. Wearing a cloud crown, wearing a rose-colored brocade robe, and wearing gold silk cloth sandals, he looks heroic, but also Without losing the femininity.

However, Yang Shuhe was not in a hurry to take off Chen Jiaoen's clothes, but rolled up the sleeve of her left hand first, or step by step, healed her hands and feet, and then healed the most secret rib injury.

As long as Chen Jiaoen felt that the injury on her arm was healed by him, she would no longer be on guard against him.

Chen Jiaoen's arm is as white as a lotus root and as thin as a spring onion, it is really beautiful, but unfortunately, it is already swollen, and the skin/skin at the wound is black and green, it is shocking to see.

From the porcelain bottle, Yang Shuhe poured out a lump of black jade ointment, and put it on Chen Jiaoen's wound.

Black jade intermittent ointment is black in appearance and has a fragrant and cool breath.

"It doesn't smell bad!"

Smelling that the plaster didn't smell bad, Chen Jiaoen seemed a little happy for some reason.

I don't understand her brain circuit.

Yang Shuhe rubbed the plaster gently with his fingers, but he didn't expect Chen Jiaoen to cry out in pain as soon as he touched the wound.

"Hey, it hurts!"

It was already painful and numb just now, but when I touched it, I couldn't stand it.

Seeing Chen Jiaoen looking at him pitifully, Yang Shuhe comforted, "The pain will be gone soon."

As he spoke, he grabbed Chen Jiaoen's shoulder with his right hand, and pressed the ulnar nerve on the inside of his shoulder with his middle finger.

The ulnar nerve is also called the numb tendon. Yang Shuhe temporarily blocked it with his inner strength, which can block the pain.

This is the position, a bit awkward, at the armpit.

If one is not paying attention, his hand will still touch the murderous part of the leader.

Good Nguyen!

When Chen Jiaoen saw Yang Shuhe suddenly press/hold her here with her fingers, her heart almost jumped out.

I don't understand why Yang Shuhe is so reckless all of a sudden?

"You, you, let go!"

Chen Jiaoen muttered a word in embarrassment, but her voice was pitifully low, and she was not dignified at all, just like a little shou.

"Don't talk, I'm going to start practicing!"

Yang Shuhe didn't explain, but with a secret inner strength in his left hand, he pinched Chen Jiaoen's injured arm and began to gently rub/rub it.

When Chen Jiaoen saw Yang Shuhe rubbing her broken arm, she was startled. It hurts to touch it, so it's okay to rub it like this?

I'm sure I'll be tortured to death, right?

However, just as she was about to call a stop, she suddenly realized that Yang Shuhe was rubbing her wound like this, but she didn't feel it at all, let alone the pain, if she hadn't seen it with her eyes, she wouldn't have felt that Yang Shuhe was rubbing herself.

"What's going on? Why can't I feel my hand?"

Chen Jiaoen asked Yang Shuhe with curiosity and fear.

Don't you use your own hands?

Only then did Yang Shuhe explain:

"Aren't you afraid of pain? I just blocked your numbness, and now you can't feel the pain!"

"How did you do it? How does it feel the same as acupuncture on TV?"

Chen Jiaoen was in Sparta. If she hadn't felt it herself, she wouldn't have believed that there was no anesthesia/medicine to kill her. Just pressing her hand could make her arm lose consciousness.

And it's not that the hemp products can't be sold?

"more or less!"

Yang Shuhe didn't intend to give Chen Jiaoen a scientific idea, so he replied lightly, and then began to concentrate on kneading the black jade intermittent ointment with his inner strength.

Chen Jiaoen watched Yang Shuhe rubbing her arm with concentration, with a focused expression, she felt that Yang Shuhe was handsome and mysterious.

Singing, filming, engaging in variety shows, knowing kung fu, flying airplanes... proficient in everything, now not only can heal diseases, but also acupuncture points in martial arts, she just feels that she can't see through the person in front of her at all.

She silently stared at Yang Shuhe's side face, forgetting everything.

The heart that has been sealed for twenty years seems to have loosened/moved a little.

After smashing myself and hurting myself, it's great to have such a person to take care of myself!

"The arm is fine, let's start treating the ankle."

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jiaoen was awakened suddenly, and quickly moved her gaze away from Yang Shuhe's face, and asked in a disguised manner, "Okay, is this all right?"

Yang Shuhe let go of his ulnar nerve, and said, "Move yourself, feel it yourself."